I took my new scooter for a ride to my favorite place in Bidwell Park.

It’s 7:43 as I write this, and it’s still over 90.

I took the time going no more than 6 mph.

I took the time to see all there was to see.

I wasn’t in a rush, and I knew I would get here. 

Patience allowed me to notice what I hadn’t noticed before.

Tomorrow I go to work.

I could quit, however I would have to deal with shit.

Me working at job, any job, I hate it.

I loved being a house spouse.

It’s the only job I ever loved. 

It allowed me to be multi-skilled.

It allowed me to use all my skills to do the job and do it right.

Right now, I’ve been celibate for so long, a woman would have to tell me she’s interested.

It doesn’t have to be much, just say hello, my name is…

I hate my job, which makes me extremely good at my job. I just want to get it over with every day I work.

How many fit this bill?

I have no excuse for doing a shitty job and not arriving on time. 

They pay me to do my job.

I would love it if someone would pay me for my skills.

I can track energy. I can tell you where someone’s at.

All the shit I’ve written, is shit i can do.

When do i get paid for being able to do the shit I do?